“Or close enough.” Frankly, Tara doesn’t look like she needs to be more drunk, but John isn’t about to stop a woman from getting plastered on the night her sort-of-husband was stabbed by a gang of thugs. He’ll get her in a taxi if he needs to. “Another for my friend here,” he tells the bartender. “And another scotch while you’re at it.” When the bartender puts the drinks in front of them, John holds up his glass, his smile dark around the edges. “To trying. Even when you don’t think you can try any longer."